Unbeknownst to the dastardly fanatics of the Westboro Baptist Church, the good folks of San Diego’s Comic-Con were prepared for their arrival with their own special brand of superhuman counter protesting chanting “WHAT DO WE WANT” “GAY SEX” “WHEN DO WE WANT IT” “NOW!” while brandishing ironic (and some sincere) signs. Simply stated: The eclectic assembly of nerdom’s finest stood and delivered.
Super Heroes vs. the Westboro Baptist Church
They are portraying this as a religious moral issue and as a threat to ‘the natural order,’ when what we are really doing is looking at a reality that is already there. It would be a terrible distortion of democracy if they denied minorities their rights.
Argentinian President Cristina Fernández de Kirchner responding to protests over the legalization of same-sex marriage made by the Catholic Church.
What I wouldn’t give for a U.S. President with the courage to say the same.
Gallagher gets a tin pie plate. He opens a giant can of fruit cocktail and pours it in. He opens a can of some Asian vegetable — water chestnuts, maybe — and pours that in, too. “This is the China people and queers!!!” he screams and takes his sledgehammer to the thing with a fury that is no fun at all.
No fun at all, and no joke at all in using a sledgehammer against a representation of groups of people you don’t like. This is some dangerous stuff being done in the pursuit of comedy.
I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Councilor or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says, “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another mans freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro the wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating that absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.
Letter from a Birmingham Jail, Martin Luther King, Jr., 1963
Every so often, I re-read this letter.
I ran across it again tonight, and this excerpt stood out to me as a parallel to my own frustrations at the the “civil unions for everyone” people or the “let’s do away with legal marriage altogether” people, or, most of all, the “I agree with you but now’s not the time to push for marriage equality” people.
A proposal that would have granted married same-sex couples in New York the ability to file state income taxes jointly was stripped from a budget bill Tuesday following opposition by antigay Democrat Ruben Diaz, Sr.
…Remarkably, Diaz framed his opposition as an attempt to spare same-sex couples the “insulting” invitation to file taxes together when the state does not allow them to legally marry. Of course, Diaz is one of the senators who voted against the marriage equality bill that failed by a wide margin in December.
Sarah Palin makes an appearance at the NYC Pride Parade. Gotta love a queen with a sense of humor.
via allinoneplace: via lgbtlaughs
I love Pride. You’d think I wouldn’t. People. Crowds. Noise. Dancing. Only traumatizing places to pee. But I love it. I love all of it. I love seeing the tacky rainbow crap. I love the non-stop thumpa-thumpa-thumpa music. I love the parade. I love, quite simply, the gays. I’ve been going to prides for more than a dozen years now. Each year is a spectacle. An event. An over the top and ridiculous sweaty carnival of queertasticness. It’s also a reminder that, even if the larger world doesn’t necessarily think the same thing, it’s good to get together with your people and just feel fucking fabulous about yourself. A gal needs to do that sometimes. We all do. So this weekend, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Every now and then, even a misanthrope needs to dance her ass off. We’re here, we’re queer, and no one on the planet throws a better party than we do. Happy Pride, all.Dorothy Surrenders: My Weekend Pride
For some reason, the KC Star decided that an article about today’s Gay Pride parade in New York City should be accompanied by this photo, from last year’s pride parade in San Francisco.
And, of course, this is the photo that pops up on Google News to illustrate the 973 news articles about Gay Pride events around the world. Stanley Cup? nope. Ernie Banks? not a chance. The elected officials or PFLAG or health services or even baton twirlers or drag queens? un-uh. This year’s image for Gay Pride is a year old picture of a nude man on a bike.
Oh goodie.
(via Box Turtle Bulletin » Gee thanks, Kansas City Star)
That Sound You Hear Is the Death Rattle of DinosaursThe assertion that Will [Phillips] is too young to have come to his own conclusions about “homosexual conduct”—especially given that he has quite evidently been allowed the exposure to opposing viewpoints—is way more child-hating than offering him the chance to stand up for his beliefs at a Gay Pride Parade ever could be.
But I guess arguing he’s being exploited is easier than admitting a 10-year-old kid is capable of more sophisticated thought than “God said so! I know because my dad said so! And he knows because his pastor said so! Because God said so!” which is the basis for the entire collection of unsupportable bigotries they call an ideology.
